This is the second book in this sort of series. i say sort of as the stories are not connected, but as with the first one, I felt like I wanted to savor every word. The stories are full of depth and meaning, not just words on a page.
Danika is a border patrol on the Mexican border, she is also a mother and a widow. The mystery surrounding her husband’s death gets more mysterious as she is threatened by a drug smuggling illegal on the border as she is arresting him. She tries to find out, while dealing with a overprotective brother in law who has his own issues to deal with. Like i said, the story is very involved! When her niece vanishes, her babysitter is being threatened, Danika wonders how things can get worse. Of course, there is a little romance in here, but is getting involved with a doctor who helps treat illegal aliens something Danika wants to get involved with?
If you have a strong opinion about mexican immigrants or any immigrants, and want to see another picture of it, this is a good book to read. I know it is a heated topic, but I am married to an immigrant. True, he immigrated legally and from Russia, but still, many people still spew hate towards all immigrants in a blanket fashion. I think this book is good to see why these people are so desperate, and yes there are the ones who are here to milk the government, smuggle drugs etc. But there are others who are not! -Martha
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and the book:
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. (March 4, 2010)
***Special thanks to Mavis Sanders, Corporate Publicist, Tyndale House Publishers for sending me a review copy.***
Award-winning author DiAnn Mills is a fiction writer who combines an adventuresome spirit with unforgettable characters to create action-packed novels. DiAnn’s first book was published in 1998, and she currently has more than 40 books in print, with combined sales of over one million copies. In 2009, Tyndale House introduced Breach of Trust, Book #1 in her Call of Duty series about women with dangerous occupations. Six of her anthologies have appeared on the CBA best-seller list. Eight of her books have been nominated for the American Christian Fiction Writers’ book-of-the-year contest, and she is the recipient of the Inspirational Reader’s Choice award for 2005 and 2007. Lightning and Lace was a 2008 Christy Award finalist.
DiAnn is a founding board member for American Christian Fiction Writers and a member of Inspirational Writers Alive; Romance Writers of America’s Faith, Hope, and Love chapter; and the Advanced Writers and Speakers Association. She speaks to various groups and teaches writing workshops around the country. DiAnn is also a mentor for Jerry B. Jenkins’s Christian Writers Guild. DiAnn and her husband live in Houston, Texas.
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List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. (March 4, 2010)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
But we are also a nation of laws.
The Rio Grande was not just murky. It was toxic. Danika Morales respected the rivers temperamentlazy and rushing, crystal and muddy, breathtaking and devastating. To many illegal immigrants, its flowing water signified hope and an opportunity for a better tomorrow, while others viewed the river crossing as a means of smuggling drugs or spreading terrorism. But for Danika, the depths meant death, and it didnt discriminate among its victims. That was why she chose a Border Patrol badge and carried a gun.
Shortly after the 8 a.m. muster, Danika snatched up the keys to the Tahoe assigned to her for the next ten hours and checked out an M4. A hum of voices, most with Hispanic accents and clipped with occasional laughter, swirled around the station. A labyrinth of sights and sounds had succeeded in disorienting her. A daze.
She took a sip of the steaming coffee in hopes no one saw how the days date affected her. Her hands shook. The twelfth of July. The second anniversary of Tobys murder. She thought she could handle it better than this, but the raw ache still seared her heart.
Tough day for me too, Jacob whispered beside her. We can get through this together. The familiar tone of voice, as in many times before, nearly paralyzed her. Jacob sounded so much like his brother.
She stood shoulder to shoulder with her brother-in-law and glanced at his muscular frame and the silver streaks in his closely cropped hair, everything about him oddly different from Toby. Gone were the gentleness, the patience, and the outstretched arms of love.
Thanks. But Im all right.
He frowned, a typical expression. Well, Im not, and you shouldnt be either.
She was in no mood to rile him today. I miss Toby every minute of the day, but we have to move on. He would have wanted it that way.
Not till his murderer is found. Jacobs jaw tightened. Im disappointed in you.
Danika took another sip of the hot coffee, burning her tongue. Caustic words threatened to surface and add one more brick to the wall dividing them. I want the killer found too. Im committed to it. I think about him every day and mourn for our daughter, who will never know her daddy. But I choose not to spend my time harboring hate and vengeance.
You must not have really loved my brother.
The words cut deep, as Jacob must have known they would. No woman could have loved Toby like she did. I refuse to be browbeaten by you anymore. Your hate is going to explode in your own backyard one day. She stopped herself before she lit a match to his temper. Actually, shed rather have been dropped in the bush for the next ten hours with a shotgun and a can of OFF! than argue with him. But the time had come to distance herself from Jacob.
Hey, Danika, an agent called, do these belong to you?
She turned to see wiry Felipe Chavez carrying a vase with a huge bouquet of roses. They remembered. She swallowed a chunk of life. Oh, guys, you didnt have to do this.
Felipe made his way toward her. The other agents hushed; then one of them started to clap. She smiled through the tears as he handed her the clear glass vase. The sweet fragrance no longer reminded her of death, but of life and her resolve to live each day in a way that commemorated Tobys devotion to her and their little daughter. Perhaps this was what the two-year marker meant.
She took the roses and studied the small crowd of agents. Good men, all of themeven Jacob.
We cared about what happened to Toby too, Felipe said with a grim smile.
Danika brushed her finger around one of the delicate petals and formed her words. Memories had stalked her like a demon since last night. Dont know what to say except thank you. Toby was a soldier for his own cause, and he spent his life doing what he believed in. Just like all of us.
One agent shook his head, frowned, and left the room. Far too many explanations for his disapproval raced through her mind. But Danika needed to put the ugliness behind her.
She set the flowers on the long table in front of her. Today is the second anniversary of Tobys death. All of you have looked after me and my daughter, especially during holidays and special occasions. His death is why Im more dedicated than ever to help protect the border. She paused, sensing her emotions rushing into chaos. I appreciate your remembering him and the sacrifice he made, especially since his beliefs were controversial. Enough said.
She took a deep, cleansing breath. I brought doughnuts.
And they were buttermilk, Tobys favorite.
She glanced at Jacob, hoping to end the tension between them. How Barbara could stay married to him was beyond her comprehension. He treated her and their four kids like yesterdays trash.
Danika wound through the crowd of agents, greeting those who offered condolences and others who offered a good-morning.
The field operations supervisor, Agent Oden Herrera, stood in front of the flagsthe U.S., Homeland Security, and the Border Patrol. Pushing the emotions of regret and grief about Toby aside, Danika captured the supervisors attention. During the muster you said intel had picked up a cocaine drop last night?
Herrera walked to a wall map and pointed. Like I said earlier: arrested seven men and two women right along here, your area. A kid had a small bag of cocaine on him. Most likely a deterrent. The drug smuggler either hid it before being apprehended, or hes still waiting for someone to pick him up. Dogs have been out there most of the night, but Barnett and Fire-Eater are headed that way in a few minutes.
Danika finished her coffee and made her way into the stifling heat and stopped by Jon Barnetts truck. As Fire-Eaters handler, he had everyones admiration, and the Belgian sheepdog had a reputation for being the best of the K-9s. Barnett snapped on the dogs leash and waved.
I hear were working the same area today. Danika refrained from patting Fire-Eater. Some days he wasnt people friendly. After seeing the dog in action a few times when hed found drug runners, she sometimes felt sorry for those he brought down.
Barnett grinned and wiped the sweat already beading on his face. Hes a good dog, Morales. Just needs a little help with his people skills. He laughed, his freckles deepening in the intense sun. And hes great with the wife and kids. Like another member of the family. He pulled out his keys. Do you want to talk? We have a few minutes.
All she really wanted was for the day to be over. Talking increased the chances of liquid emotionwhich was more lethal than the river flowing between the U.S. and Mexico. No thanks. Im fine.
Do you need to talk?
Its been two years. Therapeutic or not, she would not open up, even to a sweet guy like Barnett. Shed spent hours building a reputation as a tough agent, and she wasnt about to take a nosedive now.
Right, and the sooner you admit that today has crept up on you worse than a case of food poisoning, the better youll feel.
She had to agree. Have you turned psychologist?
Fire-Eater and five kids taught me all I know.
I had a dog when I was a kid, she said, looking for any subject except Toby. Gentle, sensed my moods, smart. My best friend. Sure missed him when he was gone. Danika blinked back a tear, despising her reaction. She stared at Fire-Eater rather than look into Barnetts face.
I bet he slept at the foot of your bed.
Fire-Eater climbed into the backseat of the double-cab truck.
Sometimes in it. We even shared meals. I didnt like meat, and hed eat it for me.
Whos your best friend now?
She swallowed the ever-increasing lump in her throat. Tobys gone, and I have a tough time in church.
Confession is a beginning. Any family?
Tobys family has been good to me. Never mind Jacob. My folks never approved of my marriage. She sucked in a breath. It hissed like the poisonous snakes she feared. Well-meaning friends do this to me.
Do you feel any better?
Sneak. Yeah, thanks, doc. You
Fire-Eater barked. No doubt anxious to get moving. The animal and Jacob had similar personalities, but today shed rather be with the dog.
Danika turned off Old Military Road and bounced along a narrow dirt and gravel path, bordered by tall, thick grass and brush and laden with prickly pears on the Rio Grande side and more thick brush on the other. Jon had radioed ahead and reported signs from last night, but nothing new. Every agent was on alert. Trouble brewed along the entire two-thousand-mile border between Mexico and the United States. Drug cartels were slaughtering innocent people in the streets, and those on the U.S. side feared it was only a matter of time before the fighting spilled over the line. Not on her watch.
She drove slowly past the few houses perched on the right side of the road, most of which had been stash houses at one time or another, havens for illegal aliens and drug smugglers. She stopped the truck beside a well-worn trail to look for recent signs in the dirt. After a generous spray of mosquito repellent on her uniform and hands, she stepped into the stifling ninety-degree heat and bent to study the hours-old footprints indicating where the illegals had gained access into Texas before being apprehended. Most of them only wanted an opportunity to better themselves, but others had a darker agenda. At least she hoped the footprints had been accounted for.
A breeze from the north fanned her face and offered a brief reprieve from the unrelenting sun. The tall grass with its thick growth waved as though mocking her commitment to the Border Patrol.
Fifteen minutes later, Barnett radioed a call for assistance.
Spotted a man wearing a backpack near the 112 sensor. He headed into the carrizo.
Danika ran back to the truck and raced her vehicle toward Barnetts location. She wanted to tell him to wait for backup and not search through the thick grass alone, but she knew Barnett and Fire-Eater were a team and stayed on the traffic. The smuggler probably hid on a rattlers nest.
She was the first to respond to Barnetts request. Pulling in behind his truck, she unclipped her HK from her belt while radioing her arrival. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number.
Barnett, Im here, she said. Tell me youre not in the middle of the carrizo.
He chuckled. Fire-Eaters after him. Im skirting it. Neither one of us is coming out until we have our man.
She pocketed her cell phone and followed the agents footprints on the dusty road until they disappeared into the thicket. Hot as it was, the Kevlar vest felt good, even if it was worthless against a stab wound or a shotgun blast.
Fire-Eater barked, snapping Danikas attention toward the riverbank. The dog growled from somewhere in the depths of the overgrowth.
Gunfire cracked in the still morning air. Alert to the danger, she pulled her weapon.
This is the United States Border Patrol! Come out with your hands up! Barnetts voice roared.
Another shot fired. Fire-Eater yelped.
Blood pumping, Danika yanked out her radio. Shots fired. Shots fired. Agent or K-9 may be down.
Two more shots pierced the air.
When Barnett didnt respond, she clicked the radio in place on her belt. Barnett, she yelled, tell me youre all right.
A dark-haired man emerged from the right side of the road several yards away, wearing a backpack that no doubt contained drugs. His attention scattered in different directions.
Alto, o disparo, she said.
The man turned and fired at her before racing across the road. The bullet angled to her left. Danika returned the fire and sank a bullet into his thigh. He fell, and she raced toward him.
Drop the gun, or Ill be forced to shoot again.
He kept his fingers wrapped around it. She wrestled with the rage that always seemed to lie below the surface of her control. If she killed him, she could claim self-defense. But her job title meant self-control.
I said drop the gun. She fired above him and kept running in his direction.
He lifted his hand and aimed. Instinctively she pumped a bullet into his hand. His wound caused a burst of blood to splatter the ground and the quiet air to echo with obscenities. Still he refused to release the hold on his gun.
Do you want your whole hand blown off? She stood over him and clamped her booted foot over his injured hand.
He screamed, and she pointed her firearm at his face. Danika trembled. She wasnt a murderer, but anger did struggle to rule her emotions.
Youll pay for this, the man said. I know who you are, and theres a contract out for you.
You arent the first or the last to threaten me. She picked up the mans gun, an older model Beretta. With his leg and hand bleeding, he wasnt going anywhere. She slipped the handcuffs from her belt and clamped them on his wrists. Rolling him over, she brushed his bleeding leg against the hard ground, and he moaned. Where was backup? Please, let Barnett be okay. Five kids. A respected agent.
The drug cartels will destroy the Border Patrol.
Big talk for a man in handcuffs.
You wait and see who wins. He spit on her boot. Youll never find out who killed your husband.
She smothered the gasp that nearly stole her breath. How did the man know her? know about Tobys death? He clearly had inside informationinformation that couldnt have been obtained easily. Unless Tobys murder was related to something bigger than she had imagined.
Focus. Now was not the time to weigh the shooters words. Later shed look into it.
Her gaze searched the area. An outstretched arm poked through the overgrowth where the downed man had attempted to cross the road. She hurried, gun raised, eyes taking in every inch of the brush. As she grew closer, she saw the rest of Barnetts body sprawled on the trodden grass. Blood soaked the ground, creating a small puddle of red against the vibrant green. Danika bent to his side.
Barnett moaned. He shot Fire-Eater, he whispered. Get him.
I have him cuffed. Hold on. Helps coming. She pulled out the radio. Need EMS. Agent down.
She hadnt been there for Toby, but she could be there for Barnett.